Miss Maynard drew herself up.
"Pray don't attack me," she observed. "I don't wish to be kicked out of the house."
The Major turned crimson. It was true that someone had been so kicked that morning, but it was unkind of Miss Maynard to insinuate that he had any desire to kick her.
"Look here!" he cried, actually shaking his fist at her.
"Don't threaten me," remarked Miss Maynard.
"Threaten you! You leave me at home to meet a scoundrel!"
"How dare you!" exclaimed Miss Maynard, who had momentarily forgotten whom it was she had left him there to meet.
"How dare I. Well, upon my soul, this is a pretty thing!"
"I had never thought that in a matter in which my happiness was so involved, my existence so bound up, you could have treated me so cruelly!"
The Major stared. Like Mr. Roland, he was a little puzzled.